Bestow upon me your breath
undertaking into your Death,
My storms are fought
by your passion.
Sinking to me
this blood running, petrified
past lives drown and flood.
Never seen a face before so rare
like delicate roses
on fire, yet a skin so fair.
I have come yet to believe we die
Im denying my existence
while the bride bleeds and angels cry.
This melody within my fate
replays a broken heart of tragic
reveals a darkness, conceals my soulmate,
If I had not of found you
Death would have been a sweet kiss-
an orgasmic bliss.
This is truly where I belong
On the past, floating was somthing wrong.
That world was shadowing my presence-
It didnt embrace the pain in my soul.
For there is not a place where angels hide..
haunted by previous lifetimes of him
my arms is where he died...
The Rose was once livley, a blossomoing.
consuming the world with her light, her charm,
Now the rose is dead-
I decorate my world this way, a display,
a symbol, an altar.
Sweet fair lady you are in your grave
I live your soul out through this life
The memorys are ghostly, Sympathetic,
yet cleanse themselves in each tear.
You are engulfed, expressing
so much in strange ways.
Your dance is made up of blood
and exotic sways.
Old, ancient, is this heart
Peeling my flesh back to
reveal blood, bone,
But to the world
Am I still known?
Dig deep and you shall find,
What meloncholy and passion
she left behind.
Oh sweet Josephine, oh sweet Empress,
Your soul is swaying flowers,
Your dark eyes a temptress.
She rots within this flesh
covering petals to look upon
tears to flatter,
But tell me what does it matter?
In a world that has grown ugly and cold-
Where beautiful statues have turned to mold?
Where I once knew a time, a place,
that could make me feel somthing-
for now this world is empty
and I feel nothing.
- Courtney Rose Deochand Jan 2003
More poetry coming soon........
